Second Childhood

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I usually throw my experiments away, but I’m going to keep this one. It was made on cheap paper with a foam stencil dauber and the black watercolor from my Klutz Watercolor: For the Artistically Undiscovered.

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Nowadays when people ask me what I’m doing, I say,

Enjoying my second childhood even more than I did my first one.

What about you? How does your life right now compare with your childhood?


 

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10 Responses to Second Childhood

  1. Rummuser says:

    Exactly as it did then. I depended on my parents then, now I depend on my children.

    • Jean says:

      Hopefully Ranjan treats you better than your father did. What about play? I assume you play at least as much now as you did then?

  2. tammyj says:

    i love this monk. it has a very appealing asian feel to it.
    and i love what you’re doing!
    makes me want to go get the klutz stuff right now.
    and especially will be fun this summer when jacob is here!

  3. Rummuser says:

    I never stopped playing. Yes, Ranjan is a completely different experience.

  4. Audra E says:

    Your Klutzy art is spectacular, visually and emotionally appealing. Please send more.

    So Okay, it’s simple, what you call second childhood stuff. Just think of all the fun things poets and philosophers say about simplicity.

    I keep trying to get back to my childhood, which as I remember consisted of communing with the weeping willows in our front yard. My practical side fights that part of me all the time.

    • Jean says:

      It was exciting when I rolled the side of the dauber on the paper and saw those neat lines. Today I played around with water-soluble pastels (Caran d’Ache Classic Neocolor II) and a cosmetic blending sponge (it was too inexpensive not to buy and play with).

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      I don’t like the red, but Andy does. Of course, he much prefers pictures of mountains!

    • Jean says:

      Your comment about childhood reminds me of when they remodeled the bathroom when we lived with my grandmother. Everyone was excited about the new toilet and bathtub. I was outside talking to the old clawfoot bathtub, trying to keep it from getting hurt feelings. It’s funny what we remember, and how strong the feelings can still be after almost 70 years.

  5. Evan says:

    Now is much better

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